“I don’t want you to stop,” I admitted. “I never want you to stop, Pierce.”
“This is just the beginning,” he assured me. “We’ll do this again.” Thrust. “And again.” Snap. “And again.” Rotate. “I knew all it would take was one time for me to be addicted to your pussy.”
I lost the tenuous grip I had on my control. Something inside me snapped, and I went off. Every muscle in my body locked tight, my sex clamped down around Pierce like a vise, and I peppered his name among unintelligible ramblings until my throat began to burn.
I came until I saw stars dance behind my eyelids, and when I felt the hot spurts of his release shoot inside me, I spiraled down into the abyss again.
It was, hands down, the best orgasm I’d ever had. It was the best sex anyone in the history of time ever had. No one could have done better or would ever do better than Pierce just had. I was certain of it.
“Holy shit,” he panted, releasing my leg so he could collapse on top of me in a pile of sated, liquefied limbs. “I knew you’d feel amazing, but I never could have imagined it would be this good.”
His hand still held mine pinned to the bed. He was still everywhere, and I was feeling smug as hell. “I think you may have just killed me. I’m dead right now. I hope you’re okay with fucking a ghost from here on out.”
His whole body shook against me as he laughed, and while I would have loved to see it, it was just as nice to feel it against my skin as he buried his face in my neck.
“I’ll let you get some rest while I rehydrate, but just a heads-up, that was only the starter. There’s still so much I plan to do to you before the night’s over.”
That giddiness came back in full force as I lifted my free hand high above my head and squeaked, “Yay.”
That time, I got to see his laugh, and it was as gorgeous as always.
21
Pierce
The feeling in my chest wouldn’t go away. It was a tightness, a pressure that had formed the moment I slid into Marin’s hot, wet sheath, and it hadn’t disappeared or even lightened since then.
The clock on my bedside table read three in the morning. I’d had her two more times after our first, and still, I felt a clawing need deep in my gut for more. More of her taste, more of her smell, more of the feel of her soft skin against mine and the sound of her throaty, sexy voice.
More, more, more, more.
I couldn’t get enough of anything when it came to her. I couldn’t stop touching her. When she climbed out of the bed and moved into the bathroom to clean up, I found myself following after her simply so I could press my chest against her back and loop my arms around her from behind as she stood at the sink. I wanted to hold on to her and stare at the reflection of us in the mirror as she washed her hands. I wanted the visual confirmation that we really did fit together as perfectly as I expected.
When we were in bed together, I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming, my lips and tongue from tasting. Only one night and I’d managed to memorize every single inch of her. I knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that everything about her was now burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
That first initial fix was all it took for me to become a junkie. But as I lay in my bed on my back, one arm propped behind my head while the other held her tightly against my side, the realization that scared me the most was that it wasn’t just the physical part that had sucked me into her orbit. It was everything about her.
Yes, I’d been hoping I’d eventually be able to work this attraction from under my skin if I just gave in to my physical desire for her. But now I wasn’t so sure that would work. I feared that the more I had her, the deeper she’d burrow inside me.
She stirred against me, pulling me from the melancholy fog that had drifted over me. I twisted my neck just as her eyes fluttered open, that whiskey color warming me from the inside out like I’d just downed a shot.
“You’re still awake,” she noted groggily. “Everything okay?”
Was it? I didn’t know for sure, but I decided that tonight wasn’t going to be the night to delve into all that shit. “You’re naked beside me. I’ve come three times tonight, you six.” My lips curled up in a satisfied smirk. “I think it’s safe to say everything’s pretty fucking great at the moment.”
She smiled lazily and lifted her arms, stretching her long, lithe limbs out like a cat basking in the sunshine. “Well then you’re welcome,” she teased, that light of hers effectively blasting away the last of the shadows that had been clouding my thoughts only seconds earlier.
I rolled until she was tucked beneath me. My dick stirred to life, but in a half-assed sort of way, like a man who’d just gotten the shit beat out of him, but still insisted on getting up and facing his opponent instead of staying down. I’d given him quite the workout tonight, and I wasn’t as young as I used to be. I’d maxed myself out, at least until the sun came up. But I wasn’t dead, and Marin was . . . well, Marin. So any sort of reaction was a given.
“Oh God,” she said in a pathetic pout. “Pierce, I can’t. Not again. I need a break. As it is, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”
Good Lord she had a gift for making a man feel like a king. “Relax, babe. I’m not going to attack you again. I’m good, but I’m not a machine. I don’t think there’s any fluid left in my body.”
The relief that flitted across her face was ridiculously adorable.
I reached up to brush the hair away from her face, enjoying the way she sighed and pressed her cheek against my palm. “I just wanted to look at you for a bit.”
Her eyes widened with surprise before going half-mast. She liked that, and a bolt of male pride shot through my chest that I’d been the man to put that look on her face.
“Man, you can be sweet. Who would have guessed?”
I jerked my chin back and scowled in mock offense. “What are you talking about? I’m always sweet.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes playfully. “Uh-huh. I’m not buying it. You’ve basically hated me from the moment you met me.”
This time, the jerk and scowl weren’t fake at all. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on. Like you don’t know. You didn’t exactly keep it a secret you didn’t like me.”
“Marin, I never hated you. Not for a second.”
The surprise registered over every inch of her face. “But . . . any time I was around, you were always frowning and giving me dirty looks. If I entered a room you were in, you’d storm out. You did your best not to be anywhere near me.”
Ah hell. This was a conversation I knew would be inevitable, but I’d hoped I’d have a little more time to warm her up to me before we had to get into the whole ugly truth.
“Sweetheart, I never hated you. I avoided you because, from the moment I first laid eyes on you in my mother’s kitchen, I wanted you. And when I found out you were with Frank, it pissed me off. I couldn’t be around you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself for long. You were my brother’s, and I knew before I even talked to you that you were too good for him. But I told myself it didn’t matter, nothing could ever happen between us, because he’d had you first. That meant you were off limits to me.”